I'm sure I posted this before, but here goes. This took place in 1997, my wife was in a yoga class that turned social, they would do lunches, parties, all women were in the 40-50 age range, all fit. One of them came up with the idea of a calendar to raise money for one of the member's mother who had breast cancer. One of the members had a lot of camera equipment, another had a cabin on a lake nearby, so they all went to the cabin one Saturday and took the pictures.
In 1997 digital photography was not as good as it is now, so they took the pics on film, scanners and color printers were too expensive for most people, but, being a tech head, I had all those things, so the project was dumped in my lap. I presumed they were going to select the pics they wanted to use and bring them to me, no, my wife brought me a box a about 200 8"x10" prints.
She said I was going to love this, most of the pics were just teases with bushes, boat oars and furniture as props hiding all the naughty bits, but a lot of them were not quite covering up what they intended to. So I guess my compensation for my publishing skills was getting to see peeks of nipples and a few bushes and several butts of the ladies in my wife's yoga class.
My wife was Mrs. November. Before you ask, no I don't still have the pics 23 years later.
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